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Because Rex deviates while in the care of Hank, Connor, Nines, Gavin, Chris, and Tina, much of her personality is shaped by all of them. After escaping from the bunker, she is kept at Central Station as evidence in the illegal android manufacturing case, so she knows next to nothing about the outside world, and there are restrictions in her system preventing her from learning at the same speed as Connor or Nines. She can't interface with any other androids, she cannot access any databases or the internet from her own system, and she has zero context for her situation. Rex relies on DPD to guide her. They give her a television to watch, books to read, and music to listen to. Hank brings Sumo in, Connor shows her his fish tank, Gavin and Nines show her pictures of their cats. She listens to the way they speak to each other and learns about their lives, including how Gavin and Nines are dating and how Tina is dating the ST300 on reception called 'Steph'.

When she does finally deviate, Rex shows everyone that, despite being built to commit harrowing acts of terrorism and treason, she is actually a lovable weirdo who loves the world and all it has to offer. Yes, she can hit a target with a sniper rifle from 5,000 metres and snap a man's neck with ease, but she also volunteers at the local animal shelter, enjoys driving her cruiser around while playing the Imperial March on the speaker system (because it's hilarious), gives the most thoughtful, unique gifts, and swears like a trucker.

Rex also has a lot of things in common with Connor, whom she views as an older brother (Nines, too). Unfortunately for Hank, this means that they are twice as bad together. They have probably compiled a list of things they want to do, and Hank knows he's going to get roped into all of them. There's probably at least one road trip on the list. They definitely want to see Knights of the Black Death live and visit every aquarium and zoo in the country. Don't forget museums, art galleries, hockey games (because Gavin likes Hockey), and dog parks. Rex will lead the effort to completely cover Hank's house in Christmas lights and will be skittering all over the roof at 10 PM.

MUSE VS MUN

                 she sounds…like most of the cop bots did here before the revolution happened. before they went all sentient blade runner and decided they were sick of being pushed around by assholes like…well, gavin. he’s learning, adapting with the times because he’s never been as heartless as he wants to be seen, but even gavin finds this display odd. was she really genuine? not…deviant? it’s been long enough, gavin can’t recall the last time he met one not free of their own coding. 

                 it almost seems too perfect. 

                 he turns on a small, paper-sized virtual table that was left out on the table, scrolls through the documents on it with a finger swiping along the holo-screen; all information he’s gone over about the other rk model and what it did, all information he already knows. it’s mostly to give himself something to do. 

                “fine, tell me. what were you built with?”

“Of course, Detective Reed,” Rex says with a smile. “The RX100 is outfitted with facial recognition, a preinstalled firewall, preconstruction software, two thousand per cent optical zoom, targeting mode, counter-battery radar, thermal and night vision, voice imitation, combat protocols, radiation resistance up to three hundred grays, and a preinstalled tactical database.” 

Given her lack of knowledge about other androids, Rex has no idea that all these features belong to a seriously dangerous assassin android, and she is the seriously dangerous android. She just continues sitting in the chair with a straight back, a polite smile and big dark eyes, alert and bright.

“Hey, get your shit. We got a dangerous animal call.” 

“On it!” Rex calls back, followed by the sound of a chair sliding against the floor and several hurried footsteps. 

She comes around the corner with her windbreaker half on and her service weapon in its holster, dangling from the belt held in her hand. This is how Rex always goes anywhere, like she’s been dragged through a hedge backwards. 

The answer was… well, one he wasn’t willing to provide right away. It had not been an unreasonable amount of time that had passed, since his last long rest, but… neither was it the recommended period.

Not that Rex had to know any of that. Not that it was any of her concern, as harsh as it might have sounded.

Connor just… he simply did not want her to worry about him too much.

“Sounds fun.“ he android admitted, smiling at the other. “What are the rules?“ he continued, clearly evading the question. “And how do I win?“

“You tell the truth. It’s that easy, Connor,” Rex answers, still smiling, although it has lost its innocence by now and has become straight up devious. ”And if you don’t? Well, I’ll just have to follow you everywhere, asking the question until I get a straight answer.”